. She roughly clips a budded breast between her thumb and index finger, forcing a noise in her throat. Isobelle half- crawls across the coarse carpet,...enjoying the burn on her knees, the feel of a breeze on her lush pussy. She' s heavy with juice, ready. Isobelle listens to her breath, how it changes. At last, she hauls herself up on her haunches, circling her ample breasts with the palm of only one hand. The other nestles in her desperate folds, building towards her release. On the train the. There was a picnic table just up ahead, and I knew there was no other place to park for miles. It was late, and the road was deserted, so I figured that would do. I'd pull over, do my business, and be on the road. Unfortunately, when I got there, there was already a car parked there. nobody was visible, but still, somebody had to be around, right? My bladder was screaming, and since I didn't see anyone, I figured I could head for the woods and be on my way...Apparently I wasn't the only. I led her up to my place and we sat on the couch, sipping iced tea and shooting the shit. Unable to stand waiting any more, I leaned in and kissed her. She moaned and sucked my tounge into her mouth, her hand sliding up my thigh, squeezing my cock through my shorts as I reached under her blouse and cupped one of her huge tits. We got each other all worked up and she suddenly pushed me away, got up and shut the blinds. She pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, then stepped back and we. Ben was getting aggravated because he was expecting the old days again. When Mary came back he told her to finish her drink as they were leaving. They said their goodbyes, then Mary promptly changed her shoes for the flats and walked out. When they got in the car Ben unloaded on Mary about the way she acted all night an changing her shoes so he never got to she her prance around in her heels but everyone else did.Two days later, he told Mary that this coming Monday he needed to go to the local.